Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-05-10

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BILE her with his preseuoe.
He sat down and wrote hcra letter,
telling her this simply. directly. ana
\ with the grea, love he bore her breath
ing through every word.
The serv~nt told him she would not
be in for so ne limo, and he took the
note up to her room himself.
1t was dainty place. bright rs I'M
limited wealth and exquisite taste
could make IT.
He left the note on her toilet table,
lingering a moment to touch caressing-
" the costly articles that were scat
tered about the room. all breathing OF
her presence.
When he returned to the parlor the
early dusk was falling. A servant came
bringing lights, but he dismissed him
impatiently, and few moments later
heard the sound of wheels and the
the sweet voice of his wife in the hall
giving directions.
At last the silence became unbear-
able, and he seated himself at the
piano. In his old bachelor days mu-
sic had been his passion. but in these
later years of feverish struggle he had
found no time for it. But when his
fingers touched the keys all the dis
pair, the pain and longing in his heart
found voice in the rich chords that
filed the room.
He played ON, and gradually the
burden was lifted. Music gave him
the comfort she ever gives to those
who truely love her. 1t was no long
wall of dispair, but pecan of thanks
giving for victory gained.
So absorbed was he that he did not
hear soft footstep enter the room
! A hand was laid on his shoulder, and II
| tremulous voice said:
Donald ~
His hand came down with a sudden
discord on the keys. 1t was the first
time that Jessie had ever called him
by that name.
He turned and saw her standing there
in her dressing gown of soft cashmere
The freight was sending long rays
down the stately gloom of the libra
~, and she looked very beautiful
against the rosy background.
''You read my letter. Jessie %
ayes; and l am sorry for your sake,
Donald; you have worked so hard FOR
| your wealth. y"
''Do not think of me, Jessie. It's not
for ny self | care. Lam not afraid OF
poverty. But, oh my child, if coul,
save you from its sting! If it were ut
the sacrifice of my life. heaven is my
witness / would not STARE it
She came close to him. and la hel
hands in his,
Donald, there is Il better thing you
can give me than wealth can buy. Give
me back the love | so mallv threw
away. Let me work with and heir
you, and | will bless the day that made
us poor"'
Jessie" he said. care you cure o.
this? Do not Try to deceive me. Dc
not say it if it is not true. | could &C
away now and learn to bear il, but tc
open my heart to this new hope would
kill me!'
Donald, Ito you think | am made o
stone--that | could know all your
| lii nj,
and not lean to love youe Oh, so often
have longed to kneel at your feet AM
ask your forgiveness. but | believed
that had forfeited your deep love by
my folly"
"And you will not regret the loss o
wealth and luXury?' he said inrred u
ousy. and can be happy with only m,
loveP'
You forget that papa and | wer,
poor before | married you, Donald, an,
Twas happier then than | have eve
been since learned to hate the thing
that cost me so much and to envy tn
poorest woman, happy in her husband
love-"
He turned the sweet tear-wet face t.
the freight, and bent down and locke
into her eyes. And then he took he
in his arms.
My Darlington, dariing!" he SAT-
softly.
And deep in their h carts there was
gladncss that all the treasures of TIN
world could not buy.